Layla Hammarkullen Whore ❤️

About Gothenburg

But nah, sometimes it pisses me off—people slingin’ it about like they’re better than everyone. Reminds me of that line, “Please, Mr. Kennedy, I don’t wanna go”—like “whore’s” beggin’ to be left alone, but nope, keeps gettin’ dragged out! I’m sat ‘ere thinkin’, why’s it always gotta be so judgy? Call a spade a spade, fine, but don’t be a knob about it. Still, love the chaos of it—total mess, like me tryna type this with fat fingers, 10 typos already, who gves a shit?

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First off, I woke up late. Classic me. Alarm didn’t go off. I’m sprinting down the street, like a madman, trying to make it to the meeting point at Hammarkullens Torg. You know, that square where all the action happens? Yeah, that one. I’m dodging kids on bikes, old folks with their shopping carts, and a dog that looked like it was on a mission. Seriously, that dog was faster than me!

Review of Gothenburg Museum of Art | Gothenburg, Sweden, Europe